A late, late start

[Tracy W]

It all started for me very late in life.

The first real nagging memories I have are from my teens. Like most teenaged boys, I looked at my dad's nudie magazines, but they didn't appeal to me like the Fredricks of Hollywood or Victoria's Secret mags. I always was jealous of how women looked in undies and sexy lingerie. I was drawn to the feel of those things against my skin whenever my girlfriends would wear them. I had thoughts about trying them on, but I didn't have the guts. My closed minded, rednecked upbringing was always in my mind telling me no. It didn't help that I was always told to act more like a man. My dad thought I was too much of a sissy boy. My self esteem was low enough as it was, dressing was not a option to me at that time. So even though I repressed thoughts of wearing those things, I always was very interested in them.

After a failed marriage and many years of depression, I joined the Army and came to Germany. Here I met a wonderful woman(who is now my wife) who started me on my path of discovery. She shared the same love of lingerie that I did. I told her I loved how it looked on her, and how it felt against my skin when we would snuggle together. I told her about my feelings and how I was always fascinated with womens things. She said if I was that into it, why not wear it myself! I was floored to say the least. I told her that it wasn't "right", and she said "quatsch!"(German for BS)

So, one night after a few drinks of liquid courage, she talked me into trying it out. I put on a pair of her stockings and a nylon body suit. It felt great! I loved the way it made me feel, both physically and mentaly. I told her I looked ridiculous, but she said on the contrary, you look fine. After that, I tried a pair of her underwear, and liked the feeling of those as well. She told to to relax and lighten up, and that I looked fine and to quit worrying about it. She said she does not understand why Americans are so uptight. She told me to be myself and to forget all the BS I was told growing up. She said that fem/masc labels were a bunch of bull, and to just be me, and be happy.

The next day, she took me shopping, and bought me my own nylons, underwear, and lingerie, etc. She lets me wear those things whenever I want. I don't wear dresses, but she doesn't either. We do share jeans, pants, shirts, etc.(thankfully we are the same size)

That was about a year ago. Last week, we went a step further. One morning, she put make up on me and did my hair for me.(I have long hair) We were both shocked! We are still talking about that one! I'll have to get back later on that one as it is a work in progress.

Well, thats how it started for me in a nutshell. I think my wife opened a very big can of worms.

Greetz,
Tracy

[Roberta-Llyan]

Let me be the first to THANK YOU for sharing your account with all of us. I am happy to read about your wife and her loving support. Congrats.

[Frances Jewell]

Tracy
Yhat is a wonderful story that you ahared with us. You are so fortunate to have a wife is so supportive. Europeans do seem to have an open mind towards things that really cause us westerners to be rather prudish about. Personally the clothes we wear are an expression of ourselves and it is a shame that we aren't allowed to be more open and accepted.

Love

Fran

[DonnaT]

Not a can of worms, but a heart of understanding instead.

I reckon it's gonna be a little hard to shrug off all those preconceived notions you were taught and experienced growing up. Give it time, relax, open up and enjoy what is real.

[Lori A]

I too had a red neck upbringing and was often belittled and humiliated by my dad who thought I wasn't manly enough, but then this is the same "man" who let his second wife,(step-monster) get away with sitting on her fat lazy backside and order me to clean the house, do the laundry, and cook the meals where he never had to get up from the table hungry. She perverted my first name into a feminine name and always called me her little maid, so as an adult, while I am masculine enough to build a house, or repair a car which saves a lot of money, I'm also very comfortable when it comes to doing things that were traditionally womens work. And most of the time I am a better cook than any of the women I have dated or been married to, although my current wife makes a mean chili and prepares a Thanksgiving Turkey that'll make a puppy pull a freight train. When it comes to being able to cook, SHE is as good as I am in the kitchen on most things, but even she will admit that there are certain things that her and our daughter prefer that I cook. It has gotten more fun since our daughter went out on her own as I have the freedom to dress in whatever I want when I'm home for time off. She helps me shop and has done my make-up and applied fake nails and will French braid my hair to keep it out of my face when I going to be working outside if I ask. Communication is the key,Even though I don't do that every well. Since I got myself in big trouble ayear and half ago for cheatting on my wife for 61/2 years.

[Kay]

.... my current wife makes a mean chili and prepares a Thanksgiving Turkey that'll make a puppy pull a freight train....

I love it!

Kay

[Lori A]

I've had a lot of turkey over the years, but hers is the very best, I can cut it with a butter knife. And we have had guest that forgot their teeth (on Thanksgiving) and he was able to indulge until he was stuffed and another who stopped in and said she couldn't stand turkey but my wife talked her into trying a little piece and she asked for a plate, and when she was finished she said "Damn, I don't even like turkey, but this turkey is so good it'll make you cream your jeans!" At our house, you hobble in gobble up and wobble out.

[Ann Stef]

Congrats on having a wonderful wife. We here share clothes and especially the stretch knit dresses that my wife has an abuntance of. A step at a time forward brings joy to a CD.